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THANK YOU @uniquethingtastemaker​ FOR MAKING THIS REQUEST AND THANK YOU @wolken-himmel​ FOR WRITING IT. MY HEART CAN’T HANDLE ALL OF THE FLUFFINESS AND ADORABLENESS. I WILL BE READING THIS EVERYDAY.

In which (Y/n) randomly kisses Riddle in front of a pursuer to get rid of him. Now, they have to act like a real couple to convince that pesky pursuer to leave (Y/n) alone.

Yet, it seems like (Y/n) is getting more and more immersed in their fake-relationship. Just don't be too affectionate with the inexperienced boy, alright?

Request by @uniquethingtastemaker.

"So, (Y/n), what is it that you need to talk to me about?"

Riddle had been quite curious when Trey told him that the Ramshackle prefect had requested a private talk with the Heartslabyul dormleader. As much as he hated to admit it, he had been unable to concentrate on class earlier this day due to you occupying his mind all the time. He was dying to know what you needed to tell him; and secretly, he hoped that it mayhaps was a confession.

Yet, you finally stood in front of him, in the middle of some corridor in the large building of the Heartslabyul dorm. With the way your hands were kneading one another, you made quite the nervous impression on Riddle, especially with how you always glanced around, almost like you feared someone watching you two.

"Uhm— so there's this..." you croaked out, avoiding Riddle's pressing gaze, "this pursuer from your dorm that just won't—"

Riddle opened his mouth, about to inquire further about what you were speaking of. An unrelenting pursuer trying to win your affection? He would make sure to collar him, especially since his affection seemed unwanted, which made Riddle strangely ecstatic. Yet, as he was about to ask more questions, another voice reached his ears.

"(Y/n), my darling!" a boy dressed in a Heartslabyul uniform sang, his eyes in the shapes of hearts as he pranced around the corner. "Are you here?"

You immediately tensed and let out a startled and scared yelp at the dreadful sound of his voice. Turning to the confused dorm leader, you took a daring step closer to him. "I'm sorry, Riddle," you whispered hastily as your eyes finally looked into his.

Riddle furrowed his eyebrows. "Sorry for what—"

"Sorry for this," you muttered before wasting no time in grabbing his collar and yanking him towards you, so that you could capture his lips in a passionate kiss that you hoped would scare your admirer away. Riddle seemed flabbergasted with how wide his eyes were ripped open and how warm his face turned when you began to press your body against his. Yet, it seemed like he couldn't let out a sound, nonetheless protest and demand you to let him go — not that he would have if he had been able to.

A gasp from beside you caused you to pull away from Riddle, your closed eyes slowly fluttering open again to find your pursuer standing next to you with his jaw on the ground. "What?!" he cried out as his eyes darted back and forth from Riddle — who still had that surprised look on his face, albeit with a dreamy twinge to it — and back to you. The poor Heartslabyul student's breathing was erratic as he tried his best to get rid of the disbelief occupying his eyes. "You're dating the dorm head?"

You nodded eagerly, still a little bit breathless from having kissed the one you were still holding by his collar. Slowly, Riddle was recovering, too; he tried his best to not appear too surprised since that would be very counterproductive in your endeavour to convince your pursuer of your relationship. "U-Uh— yeah!" you chirped, watching as the fellow first-year's heart broke with every passing second. "Riddle is my little uhm— my little hedgehog! Isn't he adorable?"

Just to prove your point, you got onto your toes and lovingly ruffled your boyfriend's hair. Riddle narrowed his eyes at you, realisation finally setting in that you just had used him for your own gain — and yet, the kiss you two had shared, if only for a brief second, still wouldn't leave his mind. His lips were still tingling, and his heart was still racing.

"Oh... if you're already in a relationship with Dorm-Leader Rosehearts," the poor student croaked as he shrank under his dorm leader's unsettling glare, "then I'm sorry for all the complications I caused you."

You let out an airy laugh while letting go of Riddle's collar to instead wrap your arms around his neck loosely. Putting your head onto his shoulder, you shot your dejected pursuer a forced smile. "Yes yes, it's very alright." He seemed so hurt and sad that he didn't seem to get the message that you wanted him to leave, so you had to spell it out to him by politely asking, "Could you leave us alone now?"

The boy hummed with a frown on his face and scrambled away, his eyes a little bit teary. You felt a little bit bad for him, but this wouldn't have happened in the first place if he just had accepted your rejection and moved on instead of bothering you day and night in hopes of making you fall in love with him.

Once he was out of ear-shot, you took a deep breath and peeled yourself away from the dorm leader, who had been strangely silent and compliant so far. The red tint to his cheeks never really had disappeared, but he seemed to have regained his composure by then.

"Okay, Riddle," you murmured as you took a step back, avoiding his gaze once again. "I'm ready to be killed. Yell, 'It's off with your head!' at me already."

Finally, Riddle had turned back to his usual angry self. "You— You just kissed me! Out of the blue!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, his thundering voice causing the ground to shake and the windows room vibrate. His cheeks had turned a deep red, and he was seething in utter fury as he suddenly towered over you despite you two being about the same height. "And you called me 'your little hedgehog'!"

You winced as you looked up to see his eyes burning holes into yours. "It had to look convincing!" you cried out in panic, desperately grabbing onto his sleeve to hopefully calm him down — that always worked whenever he was yelling at Ace and Deuce.

Indeed, Riddle seemed to calm down at the sight of you looking up at him with big adorable eyes. Rubbing his temples, he closed his eyes and let out a strained sigh. "Well, you seem to be in quite a lot of trouble due to this relentless pursuer," he muttered, slowly calming down again. "And it would be a shame if he continued to pursue you—"

"Right! He's been running after me for weeks already—" You latched onto Riddle, hanging onto his neck with your chest rising and falling in exasperation; woeful sobs accompanied your words, so much that Riddle found it hard to push you away. Instead, he awkwardly patted your back in hopes of cheering you up again. "And I don't think I can take it any longer..."

Riddle breathed out to get his heartbeat to slow down. "Since you've pulled me into this mess," he whispered playfully to mask the anxiety that was haunting him, "we have to act convincing now to make our relationship seem real."

Immediately, you pulled away and grabbed him by his shoulders. "You would do that for me?!" you cried out in utter happiness, to which Riddle merely nodded awkwardly. "Oh, Riddle! You're so kind and generous!"

Pride swelled in his chest at your praise, and he couldn't help but flourish under your words. "I‐I hear that all the time."

•••

The next day, you sat in the cafeteria with your new boyfriend and the rest of your usual friend-group! It had taken quite a lot of convincing to make Riddle take a seat at your table, but even he couldn't deny that he didn't want to flaunt to the others — especially Ace, for some strange reason — that he finally had a girlfriend.

Yet, he didn't expect you to be so openly affectionate with you — so much that he was ready to burst any other second now.

"Open up, Riddle!" you cooed as you held a spoonful of pasta to his lips, your eyes sparkling in adoration while soft giggles escaped your lips.

Riddle hesitantly opened his mouth, which earned him praises from you. He closed his lips around the spoon that you soon pulled out of his mouth again, ready to take the next spoonful from your plate. Once he finished chewing and swallowing, Riddle shot you a confused and embarrassed look. "Why— Why are you feeding me?" he croaked out, his legs under the table trembling with how much affection you were showing him; he wasn't used to someone fussing over him so much! His cheeks as red as his hair, he begrudgingly accepted your next spoonful of pasta. "Is this something couples do?"

Laughter escaped your lips at his words. "All the time!" you chirped as you put the spoon back onto you tray before wrapping your arms around Riddle's torso, pulling him into a side-hug.

Ace had been covering his eyes all the time, frowning and quivering in utter disgust. He just wanted to pass this off as a strange fever dream, but whenever he pinched himself, he just couldn't wake up! Carefully nudging Deuce's arm, he shakily pressed out, "Deuce, do you have any of the bleach left?"

"No, you used it all up earlier when they kissed," Deuce mused while happily nibbling away at his sandwich, not really paying attention to Riddle and you — this pretty much was like a normal lunch to him.

Grim, just like Ace, seemed very not amused by his place on your right being taken by the dorm leader. "Get away from my henchman, you crazy lunatic!" the cat hissed as he tried to press himself between Riddle and you, succeeding temporarily until you picked the big cat up and lowered him into your lap.

"Grim!" you chided as you scratched him behind his ear, which you knew was his favourite spot to be petted at. And indeed, it drew a series of satisfied purrs while he shot Riddle an arrogant look that celebrated his domination. "Don't be so mean to my boyfriend."

Grim, ignoring your words, continued glaring at a confused Riddle. "Just so you know," Grim hissed with his eyes narrowed, "I have an eye on you, Rosehearts."

You let out an amused huff before lowering Grim onto the bench again, hoping he wouldn't scratch your boyfriend's eyes out next time. Riddle made sure to scoot a little bit away from you, to which you responded with scooting closer to him with a sheepish grin on your lips. "Your cat is quite feral, (Y/n)," Riddle remarked as he peered down to watch you hug his arm, a bright smile on your lips.

You let out a little chuckle and forced an eye open to gaze up at him. "Don't mind him, Riddie!" you cooed, laughing at Riddle's confusion. Of course, Riddle could have collared your rude companion already, but he had decided he would try his best to not punish your friends today — yet, they were testing his patience, and he was struggling with all the pent-up anger he couldn't let out in front of you. He was snapped out of his train of thought when your dabbled a napkin against the left corner of his mouth. "Wait, you have something right next to your lips. Let me wipe it away for you."

Riddle silently watched you, a horrified look in his eyes as you looked up at him with your eyebrows scrunched up in concentration. You looked so adorable — so much that Riddle had to hold back squeals that would surely make Ace bully him.

Grim let out a jealous huff as he glared at a smiling Riddle. "He's enjoying it more than he lets on..."

Lunch was over sooner than expected, and now, Riddle was accompanying you back to Ramshackle dorm due to Grim having spilled water all over your shirt in an attempt to get your attention. Riddle, like the gentleman he was, had immediately taken off his blazer to drape it over your shoulders, worried that you would get sick with your soaked blouse.

You loved wearing his blazer — it smelled just like him! Of fresh strawberries and newly made tarts...

As you were walking side by side, you had the courage to suddenly extend your hand and snake your fingers around his, until you finally had intertwined your fingers with his. Riddle let out a gasp, and his head shot towards you with a red tint to his cheeks.

Giggling to yourself, you gave his hand a soft squeeze and muttered, "Your hands are so soft, Riddle!"

Riddle looked like he was about to explode with how bright his face had lit up. The way your fingers playfully teased his made his heart skip a beat. "U-Uh— you're okay with holding hands?" he asked through heavy stutters. "My mother always said that I shouldn't hold hands before marriage!"

You rolled your eyes and took one last deep breath of his blazer before raising your head to look at him with quirked eyebrows. "Tsk, we've kissed already..." you drawled as you leant closer to him, evoking a shy shriek from his lips. "So what's bad about holding hands?"

Riddle was desperately trying to keep his dignity and pride with how much he tried to distance himself from you — although his attempts were rather half-hearted. "Touche..." he muttered in defeat, finally giving your hand a shy squeeze, too. A smile broke out on your face: Who knew the usually so stoic Heartslabyul dorm leader was so shy when it came to matters of the heart? "I can't think straight when you're this close, (Y/n)—"

A mischievous smile etched itself onto your face as you came to a stop, your hand pulling Riddle towards you. "What happens if I kiss you, then?" you asked innocently, smiling from ear to ear.

Riddle let out a little squeak like the hedgehogs back at Heartslabyul always would. "I'd die."

You quirked an eyebrow before suddenly shooting forward and gently putting your lips onto his; again, Riddle was stunned — just like the first time you had actually dared to kiss him. Before he could realise what was happening, you had pulled away already with a giant grin on your lips. "You're not dead, Riddie~" you cooed and booped his nose.

"(Y/n)!" he screamed after having finally snapped out of his trance. "You can't just kiss me out of the blue!"

You silenced him by putting your index finger to his lips, and it strangely worked, much to your surprise. Looking around you two, a little bit suspicious of your surroundings, you murmured, "Hush, my pursuer was walking past us, so I had to make sure to get the point across."

Riddle frowned and rolled his eyes. "We're all alone here, (Y/n)," he said, deadpanning.

You let out a little huff at being caught red-handed. "Okay fine..." you whispered, trailing off with a nervous chuckle. "Maybe it's time for me to tell you that I've grown feelings for you ever since we began this charade! You're just so... adorable! Your reactions are the best."

Riddle was speechless. "You..." he croaked out, thinking he was dreaming, "have feelings for me?"

"Of course! Who wouldn't like you?" you asked with a giant smile on your lips. Reaching out with your hands, you cupped his face in your palms. "You're very special and precious to me, Riddie."

A smile blossomed on his lips at how genuine you seemed, and he couldn't help but admit that he would have missed your affection if your fake-relationship were to end. Putting his hand over yours, he admitted, "I love you, too... but—" All the affection on his face disappeared and was replaced by a frown. "—stop calling me that stupid nickname—"

A childish frown appeared on your face at his words. "But, Riddie, all couples give each other silly nicknames!" you cried out, smashing his cheeks with your hands lovingly. "And we're a real couple now, aren't we?"

His cheeks reddened at your words, and he couldn't help but not deny your adorable shenanigans. "Well, then I don't mind that much..."

Love this so much, seeing them all flustered especially Riddle and Lilia is adorable ❤️❤️❤️

We have Rook flustered and I love it! Now, how about making Malleus, Leona, Vil, Riddle, and Lilia flustered??? 😈😈😈😈😈🧐🧐🧐🧐

The flirt in me loves flustering people~ also sorry for taking so long with this, I work slowly 

Prompt: If you have a silver tongue, naturally you should use it, especially if you're able to fluster the ones you adore

Word count: 1.9k

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Ship(s): Riddle Rosehearts; Leona Kingscholar; Vil Schoenheit; Lilia Vanrouge; Malleus Draconia X Ramshackle Perfect

Riddle

Spending some time with Riddle was always welcome and well appreciated, especially when you two were alone and he decided it was okay to relax a bit. He had taken off the coat of his dorm uniform and his famed thigh-high boot heels, leaving him in only his white slacks and dress shirt. The continental necktie was still secure and pristine as ever. As the light poured into the study room through the windows, the sun rays illuminated Riddle’s scarlet locks the same shade as the brightest and most vibrant red roses in Heartslabyul’s gardens.

˝Has anyone ever told you that you’re so incredibly handsome, it makes it hard not to stare at you?˝

The visual that accompanied you was so delightful it was painfully hard to fight against giggling at the sight. It was like watching a machine go through all the stages of processing very slowly before reaching a conclusion. Riddle seemed to be lost for a moment, then focusing on the words, mulling them over in his head, pupils shaking as his body stood stiff, the book in his hands forgotten. Then his mind was finally catching up, fully comprehending the comment. His eyebrows raised so high they were almost completely hidden by his bangs. A beautiful shade of pink rising to his cheeks while his lips parted slightly in a silent gasp. The book in his grasp almost fell to the floor.

In the blink of an eye, his gaze sharpened and his eyebrows frowned. His body tense and shoulders stiff, reflexively going into a defensive position, his lips pressed together barely swallowing back an embarrassed groan. The pretty pink blush from before melting into a feverish red from bashfulness. Riddle’s grip on the book seemed to tighten all too quickly.

˝E-excuse me?˝ He croaked out, still stuck in place.

˝You heard me.˝

He turned away from you immediately, showing his back to you as he faced the window, though you still see the way his ears and neck seem to glow red despite his poor attempt to hide his face.

A small voice reached your ears and you deem the mission successful, though Riddle still wasn’t showing you his face you could still hear the sincerity in his voice as he spoke 

˝...thank you...˝

Leona

It’s pretty hard to get Leona to blush, it’s hard for Leona to be bashful about anything really. So you’ll either get there through relentless trying or complete accident.

There’s a certain spot in the greenhouse where the sun rays pool in through the large leaves, leaving the grass lush and warm - a perfect spot for a cat to nap. That’s where you find Leona laying down one day with his hands behind his head, perfectly calm and serene, with the slow and steady way his chest rose with each breath you’d think he was asleep. The twitch of his tail gave him away though, so you approach him, casually joining him on the soft ground. The way the sun hits him is breathtaking, he looks ethereal bathing in a golden glow. For a moment your mind clouds over so you speak honestly about your current thoughts and feelings.

˝Not to burden you with a sudden emotional conversation, but I want to tell you I’m grateful for meeting you. Having you in my life has made me happy and I feel you’re not aware of how much I enjoy your presence˝

He’s caught off guard and you can immediately see from the way his eyes snap open to stare at you. His ears are flat against his head and the lazy swoosh of his tail has come to a stop. Leona’s stare is almost fearful, with wide eyes and shrunk pupils zeroed in on you, almost as if he was assessing some danger. You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he processes your words.

There’s a sudden ‘tch’ as he clicks his tongue in annoyance and subsequently turns away from you. He’s laying on his side now with his back to you, protectively curling up. His tail is back to swishing happily and his ears twitch when he hears you giggle at his reaction. 

Leona so badly wants to hide, his heart is beating fast and his face feels uncomfortably hot, not only that, but he feels restless - he wants to get up and go for a run, exercise, just something, anything to get rid of the sudden and intrusive troublesome thoughts swimming around in his brain.

˝...thanks,˝ his voice is a quiet half-growl, but the message is conveyed ˝...it’s the same for me...˝

Vil

It’s incredibly hard to fluster Vil, it’s not impossible, but there are a few rivers you need to cross for that outcome to even be a possibility. Vil’s an actor, has been one from a young age, not only that, but he’s also a celebrity, naturally, he’s become quite immune to simple flattery and flowery language.

There’s a level of trust you can reach with Vil when he feels comfortable inviting you to his bedroom or even his home and then taking off all the ornaments, accessories and makeup that build up the extraordinary actor, model and dorm leader of Pomefiore and leave behind ...Vil, as he is. It’s at those times that he’s the most vulnerable and susceptible for an attack to his calm composure.

It’s late into the evening and he’s fresh out of a bath, meticulously drying his hair in front of his vanity, eyes completely focused on his reflection. You’re lounging on his bed casually, he’s taken note of your attentive stare, but hasn’t commented on it yet. The atmosphere is calming and warm, you’re both in casual clothing - or as casual as Vil’s clothing is capable of being. 

When he finally sets the blowdryer down and gives his hair a final brush through that’s when he turns around to look at you. As you make eye contact there’s a certain intensity that’s conveyed through your stare that’s unmistakably filled with love, sincerity and happy content.

˝You’re so unaware, but I’d argue you that you’re the most beautiful during moments like these, it really makes me fall in love with you even more...˝

That’s the killer line that makes his eyes gloss over as he struggles to remember how to breathe properly for a moment. He briefly turns away to face the wall for a moment, he’s not hiding the pretty red flush that rises to his cheeks, he’s simply finding it hard to keep looking at you without his heart leaping out of his chest and landing at your feet.

When he turns back to look at you again he sends you an absolutely killer smile, it’s practically blinding in its delivery, but his voice is surprisingly soft and almost bashful when he next speaks ˝...thank you, dearest.˝

Malleus

Catching Malleus off guard isn’t exactly hard for the reasons one would first assume. Difficult is a good descriptor only because of his seemingly oblivious nature over the courting styles of the modern era, almost all of your attempts to flirt or play coy with him fly over his head. 

If it wasn’t for the sheer amount of patience you had, you might have considered just yelling at him about your romantic feelings for the fae. What’s the point of witty flirtatious banter when it only seemed to evade the mighty dorm leader of Diasomnia.

One night while on a stroll with your lovely company, you decide to finally delve into your master plan on wooing the young fae prince. As the moonlight brightly illuminates your surroundings, you take a deep breath before steeling your nerves to court Malleus. With that in mind you grab his hand, he stills and curiously looks at you, green eyes filled with confusion.

˝My dear Malleus,˝ his eyes somewhat widen at the formal tone and the way you bowed your head towards him slightly, bringing his hand up ˝please interpret this as my formal request for the honour of courting Your Highness, Malleus Draconia. It is with utmost love and care that I ask for your merciful benevolence when it concerns the matters of my heart, should you accept my feelings I can promise you my best effort in ensuring your happiness for as long as I am by your side˝

With that said you gently kiss his knuckles, you hear a brief shaky gasp from your companion, but don’t look up at him. 

The silence that follows your confession is odd, so curiously you look up at Malleus to assess his reaction.

His pupils were shaking as he stared, standing there frozen in place. Malleus seemed almost paralyzed. His mouth was parted in a silent gasp, as his eyes looked into yours, seemingly searching for something. A growing blush made its way on his face, dusting his cheeks and the tips of his ears in a light pink. He snaps out of it hastily, pulling his hand away from your grasp to clutch it close to his chest. 

His voice is a bit breathy as he speaks almost as if he were too lost to fully comprehend the reality of the situation ˝Ah, it- it would be my honour, for me to- ...yes, I accept your... your feelings Ch-Child of man˝

Lilia

While Lilia is arguably the easiest to approach and converse with from Diasomnia, he’s also an ancient being whose composure so rarely cracks that if he didn’t have such a cheerful and joyous attitude perhaps you’d think he was made of stone. However, there are times when genuine sincerity makes him melt on the inside, reminding even himself of his youth.

So on a rather cold night, after leaving the ballroom in favour of accompanying Lilia to the gardens you’re met with the breathtaking sight of the ancient fae almost glowing, bathed in the moonlight beneath the twinkling stars. It’s such an enchanting sight you momentarily forget to breathe as if even such a small thing could potentially ruin the visage of beauty in front of you. He turns towards you slowly, smiling lightly as if existence hasn’t wholly bewitched your entire being.

˝My love,˝ You call out to him happily, his eyes focus entirely on you as he waits patiently for your next words ˝I don’t know if I’ve said this enough, but...truly your presence is unparalleled. Every time I see the moonlight grace and illuminate your features beneath the night sky I’m left speechless...I’m blessed by the sight of your beautiful and regal figure standing before me, truly the picture of an elegant and magnificently handsome lord.˝

His blankly surprised expression only holds for a moment before he promptly bursts into boisterous laughter, almost doubling over. With his hands clutching his sides he laughs freely, the sound echoing through the empty garden. After regaining some of his composure, as little giggles still escape him, Lilia brings up one of his gloved hands to wipe away a tear gathering at the corner of his eye.

˝My, where did you learn such flowery words and flattery, little one?˝

Your smile doesn’t falter, only growing brighter at the sight of your beloved’s happy expression. ˝Flattery? I’m merely speaking the truth, how can I not with such a dashingly handsome gentleman in front of me?˝

Lilia laughs once more, but you notice a distinct red flush on his cheeks steadily growing. He lifts his hand, covering his mouth slightly to prevent more uncontrolled laughter from spilling out ˝Thank you, little one, you’ve effectively charmed me˝

Thank you so much for doing my request :D :D

Love your work! Could I request a hc with the dorm leaders playing the pocky game with their s/o? Thank You :)

Riddle Rosehearts

As you wave the pocky stick in front of him, Riddle watches it with confused eyes... he’s never heard about such a game before, so you’ll have to explain it to him.

Once you do, he thinks that it might not be so bad to indulge you, since you looked so excited, but... ah, as it turns out, this is rather embarrassing. He blushes bright red as you two take slow bites off the ends of the biscuit--

...and he pulls away too soon to win, calling for a time out as you laugh, eating the rest of the biscuit and announcing your victory. You can still kiss him after you’re done eating, his reaction will be cute.

Leona Kingscholar

He’s on board immediately, the bastard he is. He’s very excited to push you until you’re all flustered too. You’re basically just enabling this man by inviting him to play.

Grins and leans down slowly, sort of theatrical as you place the biscuit between your lips and wait, chuckling before he takes the first bite. He’s just so smug about it...

Leona keeps taking bites until you pull away, looking into your eyes rather intensely. You can try to do the same to him, but he doesn’t pull away no matter what. You’ll either end up in quite the competition, or just being endlessly flustered by his teasing antics. Or maybe you just kiss and forget about the game on the first place which is more likely

Azul Ashengrotto

Oh, the pocky game? Azul looks up from the papers he’d been reading. Sure, he says, that seems rather fun, and he gives you that polished smile of his.

So, as it turns out, he’s very much overestimated his own ability to keep his own cool. It’s not like you hadn’t kissed before, obviously, just... with you leaning in closer and closer upon every bite, it just feels odd. Azul blushes and tries to keep up, but... his concentration fails him.

Whether it’s you or him that wins depends on luck, really. He’ll be taking very asymmetrical bites, starting off normal but then faltering as he gets more flustered, so maybe he’ll take the last one and laugh nervously over his victory, or you will take the last one and be able to rub it on his blushy face.

Kalim Al-Asim

It’s not unlikely that he was the first one to suggest it. When Kalim sees things like these, he can’t help but want to try them out! All those romantic tropes just make him feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

He’ll have fun with it, plus he finds out pocky is pretty tasty too... Kalim takes pretty big bites, happy both because of the sugar and because of you, and he’s wholeheartedly planning to kiss you on the end.

He’s not shy at all, so unless you pull away, you end up getting a chocolate flavored kiss from him, and so many giggles after you two part... he really had so much, he wants to try again!

Vil Schoenheit

Eh, he’s heard about the game, but it just seems so silly to him. It’s just a biscuit, and a stupid excuse to kiss your significant other. Don’t you two do that already? He finds it rather pointless, but if it’s going to be quick, then... sure, he’ll indulge you.

Vil starts out a bit uninterested. He just doesn’t see the appeal much, taking small bites from his end of the stick. Even the taste isn’t anything to write home about -- But, your reactions light up something in him. Whether you’re being shy or confident, that sparks his interest.

Then a small smile blooms on Vil’s face, and he begins taking more enthusiastic bites, with the intent of giving you that kiss you so desired. Even if you pull away, he’ll still kiss you, then look at you with an amused expression as he goes, what, isn’t that what you wanted?

Idia Shroud

Oh, the pocky game... Idia has dreams about this. Or maybe they could be called nightmares, because in most of them he just embarrasses himself insanely, or gets too overwhelmed from the closeness...

When you suggest it, he has no choice but to blurt out a squeaky yes, and once you actually get to playing... yup, just as expected, he feels like he’s about to have a heart attack--!

It’s obvious that he pulls away first, he couldn’t have possibly handled just doing all of that, and then, at the end...! You remind Idia that you have in fact kissed before, but he just yells at you that it’s not the same thing! as he covers his face that’s taken a strawberry-red color.

Malleus Draconia

Yeah, he has no idea what that is. And he’s confused even when you explain to him the mechanics of the game, wanting to know exactly what the purpose is... not that he doesn’t want to play, he just doesn’t understand it well. Haven’t you two kissed before already?

But of course, he’s not one to deny affection, so once he’s on the same page as you, he’s very willing to play. Malleus takes pretty normal-sized bites, the fact that you’re about to kiss doesn’t really affect him that much, though you could say he’s amused at your enthusiasm.

He keeps biting until the end, so you two will either kiss, or you’ll pull away and leave your dragon boyfriend very, very confused. Wasn’t the goal of the game to end with a kiss? Does that mean you’ve lost?

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Lol this is so funny I love it. Love your games @anime-clickanddrag-geemu